Touched By The Devil (Boys of Preston Prep 3)

She opens the door, sliding behind the wheel, and I follow suit. Even though she looks dubious about the tradition, she still mutters out a, “Well…”

I realize, “You did name her.”

She cranks the ignition, cutting me a narrow-eyed look. “Maybe.”

“So?” I prod, watching as she pulls down the drive, looking like she was born to be in that seat. “What is it?”

I think at first she won’t answer, but once we get onto the highway leading to The Nerd, she finally cracks.

“Theia.”

I look at her in surprise, wondering, “Theia?”

She nods, cheeks flushing. “She was a titan. The goddess of sight.”

I hum, gears turning over in my mind. “Like photography.”

“Kind of. I guess.” She shrugs, eyes fixed to the road as she shifts. “She and Hyperion were also…”

Feeling my mouth curl into a slow smile, I take a guess, “Super-hot lovers?”

She rolls her eyes. “Fine. Yes.”

I laugh, but can’t deny the warmth that floods my chest. “It’ll fit on a plate.”

“No,” she says, holding up a hand. “I’m not going to be one of those douchebags who gets their car’s name on their license plate. Offense totally fucking intended.”

“None taken,” I respond, shrugging.

When we get to the Nerd, I fi

nd that most of the gang is already there. It’s fucking ridiculous, four tables pushed together in the back, Emory arguing with Tyson over a menu while Ben and Reyn engage in a game of table hockey with someone’s discarded bagel.

The girls all surround Georgia in the front, and they’ve left a chair open beside Vandy, who turns to see who’s walking up.

She looks between me and Sugar, standing hand in hand, and lets out a loud, “Oh, thank god! You two were making all the drama between me and Reyn look downright cute.”

The rest of them turn to see us, and it’s all crazy then. Aubrey, Afton, and Elana all looking grossed out and worried about my bruised face, while the guys just point and laugh. I know I was a dick to them all, that a big part of letting Sugar go to protect her included doing the same for them. But they don’t even look mad.

They clear me a seat right beside the one being saved for Sugar, like it’s not even a question. I guess that’s part of being a Devil now. It’s not something you can shake away from when shit gets tough. I sling an arm over the back of her chair, thinking that it’s a damn good thing.

Shit’s never been easy for any of us.

I lean into Sugar’s side, offering, “They have good waffles here.” She turns to give me a smile and I can’t help myself, tipping forward to press a kiss to her lips.

“Aw, this is fucking great,” Carlton mutters. “All these gross couples now. I liked it better when you fuckers were single and emotionally stunted.”

Afton flips her menu over. “They’re still emotionally stunted, no worries.”

Around me, life goes on.

It’s not half bad.

Epilogue

Sugar

Spring at Preston is a lot warmer.